tell the white marsh

Hyacinth garden

in the white marsh

covered with February’s

frozen and

muted snow

on glistening tree

and crystal creek

with an amount of inclement attitude

as if it holds a transitory latitude

all outline sliding by,

feel the whipping wind

an enduring flow

swirling around

white out making all snow blind

stinging eyes squinting unkind

envelop my sight

in a shifting light

and then

when the day

becomes the night

tell the white marsh

I will join with a million snowflakes

like a curtain of cold fog

and become opaque in icy air

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This is an exciting read, the

This is an exciting read, the images you paint are genius and powerfully explosive